He was known on campus as well for his mergers and acquisitions. Ten minutes of advice from him would put you ahead of everyone else trying to do the same thing.
I arrived home and put my food in the oven while I took a hot shower. I felt stuffy being in those work clothes all day. I hoped they had a more casual dress code, that skirt was way too tight. It was only because of my curves though, anything I wore was tight.
So I dressed in comfortable, baggy sweats and over sized tee shirt so I could eat my dinner. I deserved a break before hitting the books. I turned the television on and settled for HGTV. After about a half hour, Sarai was finally home.
“How did it go?” She shouted as soon as she was inside.
She dropped her things on the side table by the door, and then sat in the living room. She kicked off a very uncomfortable looking pair of high heels and looked at me pointedly.
“I got the CEO Mentorship offer.” She squealed and about attacked me with a bunch of questions.
I was about to tell her all the dirty details before there was a knock at the door. A simple letter was on the ground when I opened it. The card stock was thick and the front side had the logo of their company on it, Moyer & Sawyer with the ‘&’ splitting their names before the ‘er’ that was shared, and Associates on the side. Pretty creative if you ask me.
I took it to the living room and opened it, thinking it was a congratulatory message.
Miss Jackson,
We were so delighted to meet with you this afternoon. Please join us for dinner at 7 PM; we have sent a car for you. We look forward to seeing you.
-Jake and Logan
When I showed Sarai the letter, all she had to say was, “Why couldn’t they just call? And that’s the logo for The Lagoon.”
I shrugged. “I guess this letter is more their style.”
But shit! It was already six!
“What will you wear? The Lagoon is the nicest place in town.” Her brows drew in thought.
“I don’t know.” I stood up, glad I had barely eaten my spaghetti since I already had butterflies in my stomach. Now I had tons, the whole lot.
How else should I react to being invited to dinner with two, deliciously attractive billionaires? Who are drop dead gorgeous with eyes that weaken my knees? Yeah, anyone would be freaking out. Luckily, I had a fashion mogul as a friend to help me find something.
I had an old cocktail dress I wore once to a mixer with the business association at school. It was a nude, pink color and pretty modest at the top, while the back had crossing lines. It stopped at my knees, and cinched my small waist to make my already ample hips look bigger. I had washed my hair in the shower, so once I applied some mouse it dried into thick waves.
“You look awesome. Don’t even worry. Just be yourself—well, less of a bitch.” Sarai was putting my lip stick on for me and I rolled my eyes.
I had a few people tell me I was a bitch, or had a chip on my shoulder. But I just spoke my mind when people would rather I stayed silent. That doesn’t work for me. so, I just keep my head up and out of the gutter, and I don’t let people step on me. Being a woman in the business world would be hard enough, being a pushover or accepting defeat definitely wouldn’t work in my favor.
‘See? You look awesome!”
I stared back in the mirror. My eyeshadow was a lighter color to match the dress, and my cleavage looked amazing. And I finished it off with black, strappy heels. They gave me a few inches, so I felt less plumpy.
I don’t think I was ever ashamed of my body, but when everyone else is lithe and athletic, or looked like Sarai, I couldn’t help but wish my thighs were smaller, my hips not as wide or my breasts smaller. The only men in my life had come after me because of my T&A. It got really old.
“Thanks. What time is it?”
“Six-fifty.”
My heart skipped fifty-four beats before it tried to settle, and I felt it in my stomach. I knew this wasn’t a date, of course. They would both be there…but I can’t say the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. The two of them, together…I shook it from my head.
It was just a business meeting. A business dinner, rather.
If they were older, had graying hair and looked like the accomplishments before them, then I wouldn’t be so worried. But they didn’t. They were drop dead gorgeous.
Jake was ribbed with muscle, and they looked like they don’t come from conventional workouts. He was rough, and raw on the edges. Logan had that darkness to him, but it was contained and soft in a way. A very attractive way. Gosh, they are both so attractive. I felt every nerve in my body coming alive at the thought of them.
It had been four months since I last had sex. That had to be the problem, why I was acting so crazy.
Five minutes until seven, I descended the stairs with a go ahead from Sarai, and a promise to divulge all the secrets from the night.
I expected an older man and a town car, but outside stood a young man with low cut hair and a suit hugging every inch of his muscles. Do they only employ pretty people? Had I made that cut? I shivered at the thought.
“Miss Jackson?” He leaned off of the car, I couldn’t tell where he was looking because of his Aviators.
“Yes.” I tried to say confidently, but it came out like more of a question.
“Good evening.” He opened the door to the sleek, black luxury car. I think I caught the logo as a Lexus.
That was another thing about Logan and Jake. They weren’t too flashy, or overly conspicuous. You would never know if they were around you, or in your general vicinity because they didn’t make themselves seen like nearly everyone else of their status. It made me feel that much more at ease about dinner with them. There wouldn’t be a bunch of cameras or attention on us.
Their driver was quiet and kept his eyes on the road while I twiddled my thumbs in the back. I wished I could be studying, it sure would be a lot more relaxing. The drive was easy, twenty minutes later he was in the valet lane letting me out.
“Thank you.” I said, he simply nodded in response. I looked closer and knew I recognized him from somewhere. When Jake did promo work for his gym, he was one of the fighters. I should have known that’s why Jake looked the way he did, he still trains like a fighter.
The thought sent a swell of warmth right to my core. I entered the restaurant, unsure of where to go. The inside was calm, dim lights with dark table settings and cloth. I told the hostess what I was there for, and she led me to a back room.
Up the steps and to the right was a sort of private section, and I saw their figures sitting down.
“Your guest is here.” The hostess was a chipper young woman, eyeing them very indiscreetly. I don’t know why I suddenly felt jealous. After all, I was the one having dinner with them.
They both stood and turned to face me. I was weak in the knees, the only thing holding me up was my dignity and the fear of fainting. They both wore suits; Logan an ink black and Jake a cold gray. My goodness.
It wrapped every inch of their muscles, their powerful arms and heavy thighs. I was short of breath, but I composed myself to mutter a, “Hello.”
They both smiled kindly, and I shook their hands innocently. Though it felt more like an initiation to even more sexual feelings coursing through my body.
“Thank you for joining us. I know the notice was late,” Logan said. And Jake just stared.
It seemed Logan did a lot of the talking, and Jake did all the staring. I sat between them, on the inner side of the circular table while they were on the sides. We weren’t close enough to touch, but I could feel their eyes touching every inch of my body.
“That’s alright.” I smiled nervously, struggling to simply swallow.
Thankfully, the hot air was cut by the server arriving with some wine. I nearly downed the glass, but calmed myself after a few sips.
“How was the remainder of your day?” Logan asked.
My eyes glinted to Jake, who was fiddling with the strap of his watch. His jaw was ti
ght, and gritted. I wondered what was wrong with him.
“Good. I still had class to go to.”
Jake joined the conversation then.
“How much longer do you have left?” He asked me.
“Three weeks. Well, I have finals in two weeks.” I felt uneasy at the thought of finals but I quickly dismissed it.
“Are you excited to be done?” He sipped his wine, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his full lips curling under the glass.
“Sort of. I have to face the real world afterwards.” They both chuckled.
It was the type of place where the courses were set, so we just waited for the food to come. We started off with a salad, and then a soup that might as well have been liquid gold.
“Hmm. I’m sure you want to talk about our business arrangement.”
Logan leaned forward. They had both shed their jackets halfway through the meal, and loosened their ties. I was not sure which look I liked better. I think I would fawn over them if they wore sacks.
“Yes. Well, I am excited about it.” I smiled nervously, my eyes darting between them. It was confusing. Who do I look at? Who do I drool over?
“We were thinking about it today. Would you be open to us buying your idea? Of course, you would get a share of the profits. But you wouldn’t be…”
“No.” I rudely interrupted, and they both stared at me like they had never heard such a word. “With all due respect, I want to be me mentored by you both. And learn from you. It isn’t about the money for me.” I explained myself.
They gave each other a look, smug smiles finding their faces. I could tell they were both surprised and impressed by my response.
“Okay then. May we should continue this at a more private place.”
Four: Logan
I was prepared to say anything to get her into my apartment. Even though the thought unsettled me.
She was a student after all, one month left or not, she was a student. And I was a professor. Having her in my apartment was a leap for both her and me. but for me, I could probably buy my way out of a sticky situation and throw my obvious weight around. For her, she would be frowned at as a student and nearly forgotten for all her hard work.
It was a tough choice to make an I argued with Jake about it all day.
“No one would find out. Whatever happens would be in our houses. Or the office…” he was already getting ideas.
“Still.”
“Since when do you even care about this?”
He was right, and I thought about it all day. Problem was, I didn’t care only about her body or the sex I was dying to have with her. There was something else…
We sent her off with Dan, our driver, and met her back at my penthouse. It was on the top floor of a building we developed a long time ago, when we thought we could dabble in real estate. It didn’t go too well.
I drove over with Jake, so we were already there moments before she arrived.
“Fuck man, she looks hot tonight.” Jake helped himself to the bar and poured us some scotch.
“Yeah, I know. And she doesn’t try. That’s what does it.” I downed the glass and poured another.
“We’re in for it. And she didn’t take the buy out. Now what?”
Our whole idea was to just buy her out and then show up days later with a different kind of proposition, but I didn’t even have to know her well to know that she wouldn’t take that offer. She was smart, and knows a good opportunity when she sees one. She wants to learn, and we are keen to teach her.
“Now, we mentor her. Do our jobs.” I shrugged, like it would be that easy.
“Right.” He shook his head and frowned.
“You get so irrational when you want sex.” I said.
Leaning on the bar, he shook his head again.
“Not always. Just when women look like Madeline, what am I supposed to do?” He waved his hand.
“You’re a pig.”
Just then there was a knock at my door. It could only be her. When I swung the door open and invited her it, I got a sense of her belonging here. Even though my fears of a student in my place came back. Perhaps we should have met at Jake’s…no, he lives too far in the suburbs.
“Hello again. Drink?” I asked her.
She nodded, “Please.”
We moved over to the living room. My furniture was simple, dark, and elegant. The living room overlooked the view I had of the city. Even though the view of Madeline was much better, especially on my couch.
She sat in the love seat, and I sat next to Jake on the couch opposite her. She gazed at both of us, and it was pretty obvious we were thinking the same thing. What would it be like? The three of us, together. I was dying to know, and I was swelling at the thought. Her skin, fresh and creamy slightly exposed in her dress. And her legs, so smooth and tan. She is effortlessly beautiful.
“We have an agreement for you to look over, and some documents. Since the mentorship program is through the school, everything has to be tracked.” I finally stood up and got to business. I could only stare at her for so long.
I still felt her though. Looking at me, and looking at Jake. She wouldn’t be hard to convince, the thought was already in her head, and we would just have to press it forward. I found the papers in my briefcase and handed them to her.
“Thank you.” She stared into my eyes, and it was unnerving. The only people that look me in the eye are our board members when the stock goes down, or Jana when I’ve annoyed her in some way.
We sat again and she looked over the documents.
“How much time will I get with you both?” She asked, and we were both so far in the gutter we about choked on our drinks. Then realized it wasn’t what she meant.
The look she gave; as she bit her lips softly and blinked warily, told me she thought the same thing.
“Uhm, it depends on your schedule.” Jake answered.
I set my glass down and leaned back. He tilted one arm over the couch as he traced his lips. It was his thinking face, but also his ‘I want you’ face. He was a simple guy.
“I have afternoon classes. But I work in the mornings, so I’m not usually free until around four.” She answered, and I nearly heard the gears ticking in Jake’s head.
“So, evenings then?” He asked. The swell of her throat bobbed as she swallowed, I could follow those ridges with my tongue all day.
She looked to both of us, that dark look in her eyes. She was as turned on as us. It made the room swelteringly hot. Perhaps this was all in my head. It had been so long, after all, since I had sex. A few weeks at most, and that was a lot for me.
No one had done it for me in a while. But Madeline…she was pressing every button I had and I was lit up like an arcade for her. It was hard enough keeping my cock at bay.
“Yes, I suppose that would work.” She sat up straight and crossed her legs. She looked so prim and proper, but I knew she had a darker side. A wild side.
“We close the office around five. So you can come then.”
“Okay.” She smiled softly.
Jake helped himself to another drink. I was starting to think he was trying to give himself whisky dick, hell, we both need something to keep us from pouncing.
“We usually have a few interns in the office, but it didn’t work out like that this year. You’ll have the office to yourself for your work.” I said.
“What kind of work will I be doing?”
Was she sounding like that on purpose? All sultry and even with her voice. Something told me it was just her voice; going right to my cock.
“Uh, different types. All relating to business of course. You can sit in on certain meetings, and once we get your start up off the ground, you will be a lot more involved in that.” Jake answered this time.
“How long will it be?”
It was like I had never thought of it before when the question was posed. It would end eventually, and then we would be supposed to part ways and go about our lives. We would have always been
her mentors, but why was the thought of not being around her so daunting?
“Hard to say.” I shrugged. She stifled a grin as she looked at us both. Jake sipped his drink.
“What should I call you both, sir?” Jake spit his drink out and I chuckled softly.
“Um, anything you want.” I answered for him. Though Madeline looked terrified at Jake’s reaction. If it wasn’t obvious before…
“Okay. Sorry.” She giggled a bit. Hmm, what a soft and intoxicating sound. Her laugh.
“For what?” I smiled softly.
“Nothing,” she shook her head. “Nothing.”
She had a few more questions, but they were all formalities. She was very serious about this and eager to learn. Was that a fetish of some sort? Because I couldn’t keep my desire for her at bay. After a little bit more talking, she signed the NDA.
There would be a lot more documents later on, but for now that was it. It just said she couldn’t talk about the arrangement with her startup. The idea was technically still hers, but we had bought the rights to it.
“What are your plans after graduation?” I asked her. She shrugged.
“I hoped to have my own company by then, but maybe that is wishful thinking. If I could get a good job in my field I would be glad. Most people don’t even get that.”
“That’s true.” Jake answered.
We walked her out, and I innocently shook her hand in goodnight while Jake kissed her cheek. I glared at him. I knew he only did that because of my reservations on her being a student.
Once we said our goodbyes, it was hard watching her go.
“We are in for it, man,” I told Jake back inside.
“I know. And to be her mentor…that would be a lot of wires that shouldn’t get crossed,” Jake added.
“We have to figure it out.”
He agreed.
Because we were not letting her go.
Five: Madeline
I think I was stuck in an alternate universe. Dinner was delicious…but those two men were slowly wrapping me around their fingers.
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